At that moment, the threat posed by the dark sword phantom's attack alone had already sent shivers down their spines, and now that it was compounded with a devastating soul attack, their suffering was only to be expected.
If not for his bestial instincts, which had briefly alerted him to the impending danger before it struck, Yu Ziyun might have been able to evade the attack. However, even he had been caught off guard, unable to react in time.
Meanwhile, Xiao Ming remained largely unaffected. The exhaustion he had sustained was minimal, and with nothing more than a minute circulation of dao qi, he swiftly restored himself to peak condition.
His breathing remained steady, his gaze sharp and unshaken.
Across from him, Liu Haotian's expression was a mix of fury and unwillingness, his eyes burning with indignation as he glared at Xiao Ming with resentment.
